After spending two days officially as friends in Paris, we finally returned back. Arnold was more relaxed and calm. Even though he hurt me multiple times, I had no choice of leaving somewhere else. I was stuck with him for a lifetime. I was still really mad at him for concealing his past from me but I couldn't complain. We were not on marital terms to call each other as husband and wife and ask for the rights. Especially not me. As soon as I was home, I was met with an official letter from my university. They asked me to join from next week as my application was approved. I didn't know if I was doing it right by going back to the same educational institution. People there now know my story, they were going to eye me with those weird stares and I couldn't guarantee it would be affected by it. I have no friends now to share that amazing experience, I was all alone on my own now. We were having dinner when he informed me that he'll need to go on a two day trip to Spain for some busine
She helped me pack my bag. I don't know if I really meant what I said to her last night but there was that force inside me which wanted to make it true. She was a wild flower, waiting to be picked up and taken care of. Since we were on good terms, we didn't fight but still it felt weird to stay as friends and push our feelings back when we're actually a couple. It's all because of my insecurities, and I know I am wrong. She took out my clothes from the wardrobe and removed the hangers. Placing them neatly in the suitcase, I couldn't help but gaze at her while trying to find my undergarments. She was unaware and busy in her work. I noticed how her layered hair kept teasing her face and neck, unable to stay at the back. They shaped her face and she looked magnificent. Like some goddess with those shaped lips, and lashes shadowing her cheeks. She tucked her hair back behind her ear and I wondered how it would feel to tangle those hairs in between my fingers and feel their softness. As
I woke up to the empty side. He was nowhere in sight. I searched for his bag and it was gone, even his wallet, watch from the dresser. So he just went away like this? Without telling me? I felt a pang of hurt in my heart. I looked for any note but found none. My eyes filled with tears Involuntarily and I wondered why couldn't we live like a normal couple for even once?And the answer was crystal clear, because we were not normal people, this marriage was not normal, nothing was normal about all of this. I wiped my tears and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After I returned, Polly knocked on the door and informed me about the breakfast. I went downstairs and sat on the chair. She bought me butter and toast. I took a bite despite having no appetite. She came again with the milk and I started feeling nauseated with just the sight of it. She placed the glass in front of me and the contents in my stomach started rising. I immediately stood up and ran for the bathroom to empty my oes
It was difficult to stay away from her. I've never gotten used to someone like this before. I always separate work from my personal life but in her case it made it difficult to do so. I had so much work to do but I still couldn't focus on anything. I looked at my phone multiple times during my dealing but there was no call or text message from her. I wondered if she minded my dry reply to her long goodbye. I didn't want to give her anymore hope, that's why I tried to distance myself from her. But it seemed like torturing myself. I remembered when one night we both were lying on the bed after making out for long in Paris. We both were exhausted but not enough to not talk. And just like that we carried out some casual conversation. She tried to pull away from my chest but I didn't let her go and pulled her close to my embrace. She was astounded but it didn't last long when she got comfortable. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked innocently, her eyes shining in the moonlight of the
Living in a family of seven siblings has never been easy for anyone. And so does for me. Elder siblings are technically parents to younger siblings who don't have to give birth in order to take care of them and unluckily I'm the oldest. I have two brothers and four sisters which all act like two year olds despite the youngest is also three year old. I grew in a large family which is more chaotic than being in a club. It's not like I mind them and they all are very dear to me until my brothers annoy me and my sister's sneak into my vanity!"Mama! Lucy broke my branded lipstick!" I stomped out of the room and showed her the empty container stick which had no colour left in it. "Dear, I've always told you to take care of your things. They are childish, they don't know. You must keep them somewhere they can't reach" my mother makes my blood boil more with these defensive words on their behalf. I mean like I earn money by working part time and spent it on my shopping and necessities. If
After a hectic routine of back to back classes, I wrapped my hand around Syra's arm and led her out of the university. "May I have your honor my grace that where are we going?" Syra blabbered in her sarcastic manner as I shoved her inside the car. "Shut up you better know you are treating me to ice cream!" I stated firmly. "Ofcourse but do I owe you this favor in any case?" She continued to play with me, teasing my nerves. "If you don't treat me to an ice cream then I'm going tell everyone that you have a crush on Many Rios!" I blackmailed her shamelessly. "What's wrong with him? And okay I'll treat you but don't you dare tell anyone" she tried to shush me by placing a hand over my mouth. "You really have double standards, you know what's wrong with him yet you want to crush on him and living in constant fear that if someone will know, they will laugh!" I laughed at her protective behavior, I loved to tease her but crushing on a gay man? That should be out of league for girls.
My head felt heavy and I was dizzy. My whole body was jammed and I couldn't move my limbs, as if I was trapped within myself. Everything worked inside my brain, but I didn't even have the energy to lift my eyelids and watch my surroundings. So instead I struggled for a long time, trying to scream and should for help. But it felt like as if I was frozen. It took a desperate amount of effort and waited until I slowly shook off the anesthetic from my body and opened my eyes. My senses started working at the same time and my nose inhaled a large amount if cigarette smoke. To be exact my surroundings smelled of tobacco and strong women perfume. The intensity of both of them was so strong in the air that it almost felt toxic. I tried to recover my surroundings but to no avail. There were paintings of women all around the room who dressed vulgarly. I found myself on a bed and my head was placed on a pillow, my hair spread all over it. I was not even covered and as I tried to sit up I saw
People may call me heartless and narcissist but I better know myself that I'm already worst than that. My father was a bastard for letting me come into this world only to survive his endless torture. But I'm proud of myself for escaping him and turning out to be the most influential man one could be. I'm not angry with anyone, I'm very much happy with my life. There was a time when I used to save lives of people but now I take them whenever I desire. Yes! I was a doctor, I completed my medicine degree and served as a doctor for five years until it suffocated me out. I became weak each day, saving people and being on the verge for getting blame while another life was lost. So I quit! I instead started doing business, building my own pharmaceutical company. More I got to know that being in this field was like a Mafia. You can produce medicines at much cheaper rates or can buy smuggled medicines from another country, and sell them forward at your desired rate. At first I hesitated bu
It was difficult to stay away from her. I've never gotten used to someone like this before. I always separate work from my personal life but in her case it made it difficult to do so. I had so much work to do but I still couldn't focus on anything. I looked at my phone multiple times during my dealing but there was no call or text message from her. I wondered if she minded my dry reply to her long goodbye. I didn't want to give her anymore hope, that's why I tried to distance myself from her. But it seemed like torturing myself. I remembered when one night we both were lying on the bed after making out for long in Paris. We both were exhausted but not enough to not talk. And just like that we carried out some casual conversation. She tried to pull away from my chest but I didn't let her go and pulled her close to my embrace. She was astounded but it didn't last long when she got comfortable. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked innocently, her eyes shining in the moonlight of the
I woke up to the empty side. He was nowhere in sight. I searched for his bag and it was gone, even his wallet, watch from the dresser. So he just went away like this? Without telling me? I felt a pang of hurt in my heart. I looked for any note but found none. My eyes filled with tears Involuntarily and I wondered why couldn't we live like a normal couple for even once?And the answer was crystal clear, because we were not normal people, this marriage was not normal, nothing was normal about all of this. I wiped my tears and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After I returned, Polly knocked on the door and informed me about the breakfast. I went downstairs and sat on the chair. She bought me butter and toast. I took a bite despite having no appetite. She came again with the milk and I started feeling nauseated with just the sight of it. She placed the glass in front of me and the contents in my stomach started rising. I immediately stood up and ran for the bathroom to empty my oes
She helped me pack my bag. I don't know if I really meant what I said to her last night but there was that force inside me which wanted to make it true. She was a wild flower, waiting to be picked up and taken care of. Since we were on good terms, we didn't fight but still it felt weird to stay as friends and push our feelings back when we're actually a couple. It's all because of my insecurities, and I know I am wrong. She took out my clothes from the wardrobe and removed the hangers. Placing them neatly in the suitcase, I couldn't help but gaze at her while trying to find my undergarments. She was unaware and busy in her work. I noticed how her layered hair kept teasing her face and neck, unable to stay at the back. They shaped her face and she looked magnificent. Like some goddess with those shaped lips, and lashes shadowing her cheeks. She tucked her hair back behind her ear and I wondered how it would feel to tangle those hairs in between my fingers and feel their softness. As
After spending two days officially as friends in Paris, we finally returned back. Arnold was more relaxed and calm. Even though he hurt me multiple times, I had no choice of leaving somewhere else. I was stuck with him for a lifetime. I was still really mad at him for concealing his past from me but I couldn't complain. We were not on marital terms to call each other as husband and wife and ask for the rights. Especially not me. As soon as I was home, I was met with an official letter from my university. They asked me to join from next week as my application was approved. I didn't know if I was doing it right by going back to the same educational institution. People there now know my story, they were going to eye me with those weird stares and I couldn't guarantee it would be affected by it. I have no friends now to share that amazing experience, I was all alone on my own now. We were having dinner when he informed me that he'll need to go on a two day trip to Spain for some busine
His hands travelled down until the zipper fully released my body. But still he didn't move back and gave me space. Instead his hands moved up to my shoulders and he started removing the dress himself. I don't know what he was doing and my heart was deeply hurt to feel all of this, yet I couldn't stop him. A part of me was curious even though my chin wobbled from all the crying. He removed the dress from my shoulders, down to my curves, then from my ass and it finally gathered around my toes. Leaving me half naked, only in my undergarments, I didn't feel shame in front of him. But yet I was hesitant even though he already saw me naked multiple times. His hands roughly caressed my body, every inch with his palms. He wrapped his hand around my throat, then to my chest where it all the way created tingles. Lingering around my bosoms, he finally yanked the bra down. Playing with my nipples and moulding them in his calloused hands. While the other caressed the hem of my panties. I wondere
She was still nowhere in sight and I was tired after meeting so many people. The women's gaze followed me wherever I was standing and the men had nothing to talk about except business and their future plans. However I was a bit thankful too because Camellia was a distraction, I couldn't focus on anything if she was by my side. I excused myself and headed towards the restroom where she disappeared 20 minutes ago. I was in my tracks when a woman appeared in front of me and blocked my way. "Mr Arnold! What a coincidence! I hope you remember me!" The brunette placed a hand on my chest and spoke. It took me a moment to realise that she was one of the fuck buddies I had before I married Camellia. This one was the wife of my competitor whom I fucked multiple times and after I dumped her, she married one of my competitors to poke me. But only if she knew I don't get worked up like that. Most importantly, she threatened me to expose my secrets but she knew better that I was in mafia. Whatev
Her question hit me like a stone thrown in darkness. I didn't know how to react or even respond but something shifted in me. My mind was battling with itself, not sure what to answer her. She was asking about my first wife and I should have been prepared for that but I wasn't. Edward was an old friend and I surely came to Paris with my first wife and unfortunately she was the one who showed me that outlet. She herself even bought a dress from Edward and I don't know what I was thinking when I also took Camellia there and bought her dress designed by Edward. Well it was not his fault to mention my first wife but Camellia surely wasn't letting go of that. "Tell me Arnold! Who is your first wife? And where is she?" She repeated her question once again and the hanger in my hand broke with a clicking sound, sharp to my ears. "This is none of your concern. It's my past and I'm not answerable to you for that" my voice came out harsher and colder than I intended. We were really improving o
I never imagined that Arnold was such an extrovert with such amazing social skills. We had the most delicious lunch in a posh restaurant at the Eiffel tower and he made me drink the most exquisite wine of the french people. Surprisingly he already had a reservation beforehand or we wouldn't have stood a chance there. The wine was a vintage edition and it was hella expensive. We roamed the streets of Paris and discovered the beautiful sights. We saw the famous attractions such as Musée du Louvre museum and even spent a while on Seine River's bridge. Arnold looked happy most of the time with a smile plastered on his face. But the weirdest thing I noticed was the people kissing everywhere. Making out at the end of the streets, on top of bridges, on the roads and in cars. He didn't show any reaction to it but my cheeks were red every time I witnessed such a sight. He was exceptionally in such a good mood and I couldn't bring myself on my toes because it really felt like an amazing break
I cannot believe that he could be so caring. Last night felt like an ethereal dream. All my life I have endured pain in my periods because my mother used to say that all women have to. Using oils and all that stuff is a luxury. I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. But a note was stuck on the header of the bed and a breakfast tray was placed on the table across the couch. I wondered what time it was. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and it was already around 09:00 am. I tucked out the note and read it, "Be ready by 11:00 am. We'll be leaving for shopping. Have breakfast and take a good rest. I have a meeting to run to. " The short notice was enough to tell me that i'll be stuck in this beautiful room located in this city of love for the next two hours. I opened the window with a gush of cold air hitting me in the face. I liked it, as I admired the Eiffel tower from afar. What an amazing view it was from the hotel!The trip I was dreaming to plan in my next fiv